Like the sheer gown draped around her womanly form.
Like her long hair, blowing softly in the light sea breeze.
Like the thoughts dancing through her head.
Like the yearning look across the raging seas before her.
She was like a spirit, standing on the shores of the sea. Those who saw her felt the sadness and yearning she projected. Her story was unknown and many legends were told to any who asked. Was she yearning for a lost love, perhaps a sailor, long lost at sea?
Or was she just an apparition, a figment of the imagination, a dream, appearing to those with similar longings for something lost, something wished for, something out of reach, something far across the stormy seas.
Only the Lady on the shore knew the truth.
Like this journal…..